Two years later, they’re teammates and Paul is so deep in the closet he'll need a roadmap to find his way out again.
Robbie might be his compass. But to be with Robbie, Paul will have to turn his back on his family and everything he’s ever believed in.
It’s going to take a lot of faith to find their way together in this shiny new world.
Country Boy is a love story about figuring out who you are, who you want to be, and how to get there. It contains sweet hockey plays, a 1976 Corvette Stingray, fancy underwear, and the journey of a lifetime.
Today
on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, A. E. Wasp, and an excerpt
from her Male/Male Romance novel, “Country Boy (Hot Off the Ice Book 2).”
First Kiss Excerpt
He took a slap
shot at the empty net, raising his arms to an imaginary crowd and giving an
almost silent cheer. Skating slowly to retrieve the puck, he said. “If we wanna
make the show, we’ve got to be the best. We got to push harder and want it
more.” He tossed the puck on the ice in front of Robbie. “Do you want it more?”
“More than who?”
Robbie stared into his eyes, hands resting on the top of his stick.
“More than anyone
else does. More than you want anything else. Do you want it that much?”
Their eyes met,
glittering in the harsh shadows of the bare lamp light. Finally, Robbie nodded.
“Yeah. I do.”
Paul tilted his
head. “Then let’s get to work.”
They skated hard
for some indeterminate length of time Paul knew he would never forget. The
world had narrowed down to a frozen space of biting cold air, moon shadows, and
the sounds of metal blades carving through the ice.
As they sped down
the ice, Robbie right on Paul’s tail, an owl broke out of the trees, swooping
low over Paul’s head with a swish of feathers and an eerie hooting. “Dang,”
Paul said, throwing up his arms and ducking.
“Oh, crap,”
Robbie yelped right before he crashed
into Paul. Down they went in a tangle of arms and legs.
Robbie landed on
top of Paul, knocking the air out of his lungs. Paul’s first thought was that
the parka did a great job of insulating
him from the cold. The second was that having Robbie laying on top of him felt really good.
Robbie started to
push away, and, Paul moved without thought, wrapping his arms around Robbie.
Robbie stopped,
raising onto his elbows to stare Paul in the eyes. His eyes were such a warm
brown. Paul’s breathing grew heavy, and
he felt Robbie’s chest pressing against his with each exhalation.
He licked his dry
lips, and Robbie’s eyes dropped to his mouth, then back to his eyes. “Can I
kiss you?” Robbie asked quietly.
Paul’s muscles tightened, and his breath caught.
Mistaking his
silence for a no, Robbie blushed and tried to pull away. Paul grabbed Robbie’s
coat awkwardly, fingers clumsy beneath the thick gloves, and pulled him back
down.
Robbie’s lips
were cold, but his breath was warm as he
kissed Paul gently. He lifted his head to check Paul’s reaction.
Oh, Paul thought. Oh. He raised his head off the ice to reach Robbie’s mouth.
Robbie kissed him
again, harder this time, pushing him back down to the ice.
Paul whimpered at
the feel of Robbie’s lips on his. When Robbie’s tongue flicked against the seam
of his mouth, he opened willingly, letting the heat in. Robbie’s thick gloves thumped to the ground as he pulled them
off without breaking the kiss.
Robbie shifted on
top of him as he explored Paul’s mouth, aligning their bodies in a way that
made Paul’s eyes roll back in his head even as the ice numbed his ass through
his jeans.
Skates scratching
against the ice, Paul bent his knees, clamping his thighs against Robbie’s
sides.
Robbie took what
he wanted from Paul, tilting his head to the side with a hand, and encouraging
Paul to open up with sharp nips to his lips.
He pushed Paul’s
head back with pressure on his chin, his mouth moving down the column of Paul’s
neck as best as he could through the protective barrier of outerwear.
Paul panted
through his open mouth as Robbie set his teeth on Paul’s skin and sucked,
tongue flicking against the pulse in Paul’s neck. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, hips
rising of their own accord as his body fought for some friction.
For most of a
decade, he’d imagined what it would feel like to be held down by a man, to feel
someone strong and hard pressing against him, matching their strength to his.
His imagination had not come close to reality.
Robbie pushed up
onto his arms, forcing his body down onto Paul’s rapidly growing erection. The
place where his mouth had been was suddenly freezing in the cold air. Paul’s
head to toe shudder threatened to throw Robbie off. “Oh, God, oh, God,” Paul
groaned. “Don’t stop.”
Robbie leaned
down for a long hard kiss that stole the air from Paul’s lungs. He smiled as he
looked at Paul. “If we don’t go inside, we’re going to freeze to death, stick
to the ice, and Mrs. Pierson is going to find our bodies in the morning.” He
jumped up and held a hand out to Robbie.
Paul couldn’t
process what was happening as he let himself be
pulled up. Was that it? Was it over?
Would the kissing stop when they got inside? Please don’t let it stop. He
needed it so badly. Needed to shut off his brain, just for tonight. Please.
Robbie skated off
the rink and headed towards the door. Paul followed him.
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